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the-girl-in-the-high-castle · 8 months

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I've had these thoughts in my head for days now, but I finally put my ass down and am writing it now. Because I can't and will never let go of my beloved boat show, here it goes. Lots of thoughts and theories all over the place. This is a long one.

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Some people had theories that there are multiple simulations running at the same time. I actually like that one, and there are some of the things that could really justify that theory. Now, some of them might be mistakes in editing, but this is not a normal show we're talking about. These people pay attention to tiny details, they don't make common mistakes.

There are a lot of parallels with the characters, but there are also some things that you just can't explain. For example:

- In episode 6 when Eyk and Maura go down her memory shaft and exit the tunnel, they leave their lanterns at the end. Picture below:

Daniel follows them, goes down the shaft, exists the tunnel, yet their lanterns are missing. It's pretty clear they didn't take them. They left them there. No lanterns when Daniel jumps off.

Of course, just like I've said, this can be a common mistake in editing and filming, but I still think it isn't, I think it's more important than that.

- Then we have the passenger list Eyk finds on the Prometheus. While him and Maura are there, when he sees it for the first time, his name isn't there. Later, he is signed as the captain when he shows it to Maura, even before that, when he looks at it again at the end of the episode.

- When Maura locks Daniel up in the room in the mental hospital, it is clearly shown she turns around and leaves while he calls after her, yet later, after she yells calling after Henry and discovers the limitation of the sim, she is again in the hallway in front of the door, like she never left, looking at it as Daniel calls after her again.

Now, these are just a few things that can be used to support the multiple sims theory, but my rant here isn't about multiple sims running at the same time, it's about the previous sims we don't know anything about. Or do we?

So, to put it simply first, I think that the "memories" the characters have on the Kerberos are actually a representation of the roles they played in the previous sim, or sims. It's pretty much certain they aren't real, but they can be a projection of "past lives" in past sims.

It is confirmed by Henry that Kerberos is unique, aka that no sim had ever played out like this one. He says to Daniel something along the lines of "good job using the Prometheus to get to the Kerberos, still you failed". This means that no other sim before had had a missing ship and straying off course because of a missing ghost ship. And it makes perfect sense. Why? Well, if you pay attention, Kerberos and Prometheus are not exact copies of each other. While Kerberos' funnels are red, the Prometheus' are kind of yellowish. If you look closely at the ships in the graveyard or archive, as far as the eye can see, all the ships are Prometheus judging by the looks of it. There might be a third ship of the company that looks exactly like Prometheus, but it's highly unlikely. Now, driven by this, like I've said, it makes perfect sense that no previous sim had a missing ship as a force to drag the plot, because it wouldn't really make any sense to have a ship called Prometheus receive a distress signal from a missing ship called Prometheus. It would be stupid to have one ship search for another that is exactly the same. Plus, Elliot saying "we never got this far" must mean something too.

Following this: In episode 6, Daniel dispatches Eyk off to the Prometheus. Or is it A Prometheus?

Eyk ends up in the woods, familiar to all of us as the woods from his "memory" on the Kerberos. But, we are never shown anything but the woods in that moment. No house, burnt down or still standing, no family, no wife, no children, just the woods. The next we see of him is when he is getting out of the shaft and to his cabin on the Prometheus, or a Prometheus. So, there is no guarantee that his "memory" was the same on a Prometheus he ends up on at the end of episode 6. (I remember GoT theories back in the day claiming no character is truly dead in Westeros until we see his death on screen, off screen means life)

At the end of episode 3 when Daniel plays with his tetris, he teleports the Kerberos to another place at the simulation sea, Prometheus stays there. Again, we are never shown that *that* Prometheus is ever teleported back to the archive. Thus, a Prometheus Eyk is dispatched to doesn't have to be THE Prometheus, it can be one of the previous Prometheuses gone to the archive, containing different memories and hiding different lives the passengers lived through on it. Now, it does look the same as our Prometheus, but then again, so do all of the other ships in the graveyard.

When Eyk is sitting at his desk on a Prometheus and is drinking his sorrows away just before the Kerberos comes to the archive, we get a focus on the empty frame on his desk. We never see any focus on the desk or the captain's cabin on the Prometheus before that. There have already been many discussions about his family photo and the frame and Maura's emotional reaction to it, but I think it's pretty much taken as true that the photo that belonged to that empty frame was Maura's photo Daniel brought with him to the Kerberos. That photo looks exactly like Prometheus. It looks old and washed out, like it's been left in harsh conditions for years, just like the ship when we see it for the first time. It also looks like it's been specifically made to fit in a frame. And, it looks completely different from all the other photos from Daniel's memory.

The tobacco box in this picture is the same as the one sitting on Eyk's desk on the Kerberos and Maura uses it to trap Alfred.

The conclusion to this would be that their roles were different in the previous sims and that on a Prometheus Eyk ends up on, or more than one, Maura was his wife, or they were something else to each other. Meaning, that was their role in the sim, which can mean it was either a projection of their reality outside of the sim, or just a role they kept playing.

Also, in a different sim, Daniel could be her husband. In one sim, Elliot is her son, while in another, she lost her child. It would explain why she insists on not feeling anything towards someone who is supposed to be her own child.

This led me to believe that Daniel is actually trying to make her remember not her reality, but maybe an earlier sim, one of the earliest, or the first where their roles were those he claims and those from his memory. We know there have been too many sims. So, what if with each sim, their minds go deeper and deeper and more out of touch with reality and the only way to wake up is to go back through the sims that wasn't too deep and could still be escapable. It still doesn't determine whether he is real or not, though.

He says: "you have to wake up, or there will be nothing left to wake up to". This can be accepted as some sort of post-apocalyptic reference, especially because we have the spaceship survival mission in the end, but I think it's more of a reference to physical body that can no longer wake up if it goes too deep into the layers of the simulation.

Now, to Daniel's memory. His memory is placed in the big pyramid we see. Right across from the pyramid is Henry's building, aka the mental hospital. So, Henry is in Daniel's memory on the Kerberos, which is why Maura couldn't find his office in hers. If I follow my theory about the shafts containing "previous sim lives", Henry could be stuck in a previous simulation. Though why he can't get out while everyone else can, that's still a mystery to me.

Anyway, I hope this makes sense to someone because in my head, it sounded pretty good and better than a lot of other theories I've had so far.

I will never let go of the boat show, I have made my peace with it.

#1899 #1899 netflix #1899 theories #1899 thoughts #i am never letting it go #don't touch me #long post #this turned out damn long #sorry about that #but it's my beloved boat show

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widevibratobitch · 4 months

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do you guys ever think about fitzconte

#i do. i think about fitzconte. i think about fitzconte a lot.#and as per my last reblog....#i suppose this is applicable to many more popular ships #like the terror lieutenants polycule that is my ship in law #(does nothing for me personally but Beloved Mutual happens to be absolutely obsessed with it and so i love them like my own)#or the jopson and little ship which. again. not my boat but i Respect the hustle guys #wait imma tag you guys too whats that ships name #joplittle #i think. god bless.#the goodsir and collins one is also a worthy contender #big fan of fitzjames and stanley too (this one is canon actually not my words ask mr petrie himself he'll tell you)#anyway. good fucking show huh #the terror #fitzconte #james fitzjames #henry le vesconte #dundy le vesconte

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pastryjay · 2 years

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And now free.

Acrylic on 30 x 30 cm canvas,

Tap for HQ

#Stede Bonnet #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd art #gay pirate show #my art #Stede Bonnet my absolute beloved 💕#I haven't done an art in a year but them pirates really sparked something in me!#rhys darby #the border is painted gold btw and there is some gold in the clouds and the side of the boat #which makes it shimmer in certain lights #only just noticed the post originally said cavas not canvas: screaming crying throwing up e.c.t

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egonspenglershusband · 1 year

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#this is tugs #tugs tv show #tugs hercules #Hercules Tugs #tugs meme #I honest to God want to kiss this boat for some odd reason #heart locket meme #heart locket #comfort character #f/o #fictional other #tugs memes #meme #Hercules my beloved #tugs series #bigg city port

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michi-chelle · 5 months

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anyway brain empty just link click

#please for the love of all that is good and holy and sacred tell me there’s gonna be a season 3 #season 2 was amazing it kept me on my toes the whole time and it was super action-packed and psychological and i loved it #the fight scenes were so satisfying lmao #season 1 has my whole heart tho it’s like…..cozy? idk it’s an emotional rollercoaster for sure but #it was focused more on our beloved trio and their little adventures idk #i liked how each ep was about a different client and a different story but it was all cohesive and tied together into a greater plotline #tho i didn’t understand liu min at all like i don’t get what his deal with emma was i didn’t get his motivations at all #and i didn’t understand the lil pink hair boy either (i forgot his name) like why would he agree to kill all those people #like how did he know qian jin had the means to change the past like did he know of cheng xiaoshi…?#and i still don’t get how lu guang knew about the boat #oh shit unless he knew about it because he went that far back in time to save cheng xiaoshi?? now my brain hurts #whatever i just need season 3 😫 this show is so good omg #i’m glad i randomly saw the thumbnail of a video youtube recommended me about the show and the art style captivated me #and then boom i was hooked lmao #michi yaps

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seffaurir · 10 months

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Mackenzie Border Collie from Bluey - Episode "Space"

#I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #Mackenzie my beloved #Mackenzie stanning #this Australian cartoon show is so good #Dog #source: bluey #I also really love his design #Mackenzie #yes ik the boat drawing is so crappy I'm too lazy

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zirafaell · 2 years

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just watched aperitivo,,, inconsolable

#there is so much going on ?!/pos #jack and bellas last moments... alana being so !!!! <3... losing my mind omg #AND THE EPISODE ENDING WITH WILL TAKING A FUCKING BOAT IS THIS MAN OKAY #the lengths he goes to find hannibal......#also yay murder wives met literally half the reason i started the show in the first place #firmly in my 'anything alana does from now on will be absolutely sexy and correct of her' arc she deserves it <3 #and chilton just flitting about... ahdjsk #well great now ive got a shit ton of art insp #but also.... the quiet moments made it.... will qnd abigail in the empty house... jack just being with bella...#fucking beloved ep #okay rant over got v excited should probably sleep ahdjdkd. sufficiently distracted anyway

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permanentreverie · 1 year

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I know changes need to be made when a story is being adapted from book to screen but that won't stop me from freaking out over every little changed detail

#we are halfway through and THEYRE NOT EVEN IN JAPAN YET #we were 1/5 of the way through the book at this point. I am. uggghh we're gonna cut out so much #and there's SO MUCH STRESS on the current day solomon his plotline doesn't parallel or tie in with young sunjas at alllll #that screen time could be put towards her!!#and I'm not the biggest fan of the timeline it's jarring seeing young Sunja and then old Sunja without seeing her age or how the decades #have affected her #and having Isak and hansu meet??? hello??? though that part in the suit shop was very big dick of Isak I will give him that #but like also hansu already seeing sunja before she leaves?? watching her freaking boat leave??#it was soooo much more of a twist in the book when he meets her again in Osaka when their last convo had him rejecting marriage #and that entire singer thing???? made NO sense at allll #heheh I am appreciating this show for what it is. I'm also being VERY critical #and also WHYYY is old sunja going back to Korea ITS SO IMPORTANT IN THE BOOK THAT SHE NEVER RETURNS!!#also Yoseb doesn't know that the child isn't isaks??? what??? that's SO like he knew he was able to figure out it was hansus!!#hnnng Yoseb and Kyunghee should know that Isak isn't the father #but however Isak my beloved Kyunghee my beloved EVEN YOSEB AHH!!#and like the casting has impressed me SO much #for Solomon did they hire a trilingual actor??? he's phenomal in all three languages #but yeah I have. SO many thoughts for this show

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brizzlovesyou · 5 months

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No one in the cast has liked rudys post about her birthday. I think that’s quite telling on how it is now. It’s a shame how Rudy isn’t seen with the cast anywhere near what it used to be nowadays, Rudy is his own person yes, but I’ve been there, you do get blinded by the person your with and you think you aren’t doing anything wrong etc, almost become in denial and blinded by it, so it’s not just as easy as “he can make up his own mind” it is a little more complicated then that, unfortunately. I just hope JD of all people every now and then tries to hint to him to hang more. He did make a comment in the season 3 promo interviews about how he can’t remember the last time Rudy played Mario cart with just them, so I do think JD would have his say, but sometimes even the closest people to you start to give up.

It’s evident the rest of the cast doesn’t support Her anymore and it seems to be pulling him away too. Guess we’ll see what happens over the next few months whilst shooting, maybe if it’s true she’s not hired by OBX anymore, then there will be times he’ll be with the rest of the cast. I just miss happy Rudy tbh.

Thanks for letting me get that off my chest, 😌 can’t wait for more jiara BTS!!!

Yeahhhh I try to stay away with getting too involved in the cast dynamics but some things are quite obvious, aren't they? Seems like most of the rest of the cast has figured out how to have a relationship and not completely isolate themselves 🤷‍♀️

There's a lot I miss about the S1 vibes and I wasn't even around for the good ol' days. ALAS. Maybe somehow, someday, there will be a shift. For now, I'm simply ready to lose my mind over out of context, pixelated jiara bts videos!!!

#my kingdom for a world where the cast of my beloved boat show weren't so messy #ask #anonymous

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the-girl-in-the-high-castle · 2 months

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Finding myself bored this evening, I will do a completely useless analysis no one asked for in this longish post. Since this show will never leave me alone and neither will my years long obsession with old ocean liners (especially the ones laying at the bottom of the ocean), here it is:

I don't know how it is today (the new cruise ships are no longer a thing of beauty to me, even though I've seen a similar thing there too), but at the time, every steamship company had its color displayed on the ship's funnels. We had major rivial companies such as Cunard Line, White Star Line, and Norddeutscher Lloyd.

Cunard Line ships had their familiar mostly dark red funnels with a black top.

White Star Line ships' funnels were yellowish with the black top.

And we also have the example of Norddeutscher Lloyd ships having full yellow funnels.

Now, these colors were there so that you could tell the difference, aka which company does a certain ship belong to (among other things such as design, call sign, etc), unless it's painted in dark gray or black war colors or as hospital ships.

Now, I don't know if Bo and Jantje or other people involved in the show went that deep into all of this, but the show doesn't follow these rules. Here, we have Prometheus and Kerberos belonging to the same company, but having different colored funnels. Kerberos red and Prometheus yellow. You can clearly see it in multiple shots, like the archive or the poster itself, and there's also a sketch:

You can see the real examples in history, such as the White Star Line: Titanic and Olympic (yellow with black top)

Cunard Line: Lusitania and Mauretania (this is particularly interesting because it was said by the people involved in the show that Kerberos was based off of Lusitania) red with black top

Or Norddeutscher Lloyd: Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse (all yellow)

So, looking at the show following these rules, it would suggest Prometheus and Kerberos did not operate for the same company. But it's obvious those rules do not apply in the show, and I don't think the reason for that was that the showrunners didn't care, know, or find it relevant, I think it's simply because it was important for the audience to see the difference between these two ships. The difference is quite obvious when the Prometheus was found, since it was all dark and only floating, while the Kerberos was fully operating. On the other hand, in the graveyard, aka the archive, without the different funnels, it's impossible to tell the difference. I am convinced that the difference between them is very, very important for the plot. I have already written about that, so I will not repeat myself. Anyway, enough with the useless trivia.

#1899 netflix #1899 #1899 analysis #too much time on my hands #sorry for the long post #this is just me rambling because I'm a champion in useless information #my obsession with steamships and ocean liners and maritime disasters was what got me obsessed with this show in the first place #anyway bring me back my boat show #when will this misery end #useless knowledge about boats for my beloved boat show #i borrowed the pictures and am very thankfull for other people's great effort in creating them #btw lusitania my beloved you will always be famous

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llamagoddessofficial · 2 months

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In the diver au, do the sirens still come to see MC even when she isn't diving? Asking because I am terrified of SCUBA diving

Dw anon, as someone who actively enjoys scuba diving I am ALSO afraid of scuba diving. Y'all will never catch my ass below 10m

Sans: He's careful not to appear too often. He doesn't want her to start suspecting he does little else but wait for her to return to him. But yes, he does sometimes come to see her, even when she has no plans to dive - sometimes she just likes to go out on a boat with her buddies, maybe to be their surface guy, maybe to fish, maybe just to hang out. Either way Sans will be there. He circles the boat, maybe even pulls up alongside it... he's always all smiles, all whistles. He likes playing tug-of-war. He tolerates the presences of her friends; Sans knows that humans never dive alone, and if her friends start disapproving of him or seeing him as aggressive she might not get in the water.

Sometimes, he returns lost items to her when he comes to the boat. Fumbled kit from previous dives. Most of the time it's genuinely lost stuff, but occasionally, he actively steals things from under her or her dive partners noses only to 'return' them later and gain favour. Her friends like him, they're none the wiser that he sees them purely as obstacles in the way of his beloved. He only has eyes for her.

Red: Of course he does. Diving or no diving, she's cute and he wants attention. He'll show up and circle the boat like the shark he is, laughs and non-serious shouts of "your boyfriend's here" go up from her buddies; if she doesn't go greet him when he surfaces he literally rocks the boat, aggressively bumping the hull until she relents and comes to interact with him. He always has such a smug look on his face. If he's seen one of her friends getting a bit too chummy with her recently he might only show up to target some harassment their way - kicking up water at them, snapping or deliberately tangling their fishing lines, or even pulling the line himself so the whole rod eventually goes flying into the water. (Of course, they're only getting that back if she asks)

He likes that she's more confident on a boat. In the water, she's mindful of the fact that it's his territory, but if he's misbehaving on the surface within arm's reach she'll reach out and smack him on the skull. Those whacks are the highlights of his week.

Skull: She never sees him when she's not diving.

But... that doesn't mean he's not there.

In the day, he lurks below the surface, below the boat whose hull and engine hum he's memorised. He listens to the muffled sounds of her laughter.

... And at night, he can be far, far closer than she realises.

#llamagines #siren sanses #she and her friends have stayed out a bit too late to have dinner on the boat #shes resting against the edge... enjoying the breeze #...feels something on her hand #something wet #something slimy #as soon as she looks its gone. like nothing even happened #but shes certain she felt it #she isnt sure why but until they pull back into the harbour she gets a weird chill every time she looks out into the darkness #beyond the safety of the boat

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m-musings · 3 months

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Headcanons: Hugging One Piece Men

A/N: i LOVE me some hugs, so you know i just gotta write about it for my current hyperfixation. (hcs below the cut!)

Word Count:660 Warnings: a dangerous amount of fluff like its so sugary sweet it hurts

Luffy:

If you ever find yourself with the urge to hug the Captain of the Straw Hats, just beware.

Because the moment you wrap your arms around him, he will flash that signature smile of his and stretch his arms around your body as many times as possible to give you an even bigger hug.

Luffy will then spin you around (making you slightly dizzy) before setting you down with a kiss to your cheek.

After regaining your balance, he would wrap an arm around your shoulder as he takes you toward the kitchen to go bother Sanji about making him and you a meal to share with each other. :)

Zoro:

Hugging Zoro is rare to say the least.

Like if you try while he's already taking a nap or sitting with the rest of the crew, the most you'll get is a small pat on the arm.

But if the two of you are alone after a long day and you just happen to wrap yourself around his midsection, he'll give you a small smirk before turning round to hold you as close as possible.

He will also pick you up but only to bring you to his hammock so you two can cuddle and nap together!

Sanji:

Already being pretty physically affectionate, Sanji adores your hugs!

If he's chopping veggies in the galley, he will hold you in his arms under the guise of teaching you proper knife usage.

He will also just grab you by the hand to hold you while you both sway around to the sound of the waves gently crashing against the boat.

Mans is down bad for you and is not afraid to show you with an embrace or two.

Usopp:

Usopp is just as- if not more so- lovey and affectionate as Sanji.

If there's ever a moment where his hands are free, you can bet your ass that he's got his arms draped around you with his head resting in the crook of your neck.

Will pull you into his lap while he's working on new gadgets, using needing an extra set of hands as an excuse to keep you for himself for a while.

Usopp just loves to be near you, so your hugs are exactly the thing he needs to get through a day.

Shanks:

oh our beloved Red Haired Shanks here is the KING of hugs! Even with one arm, he is simply the best.

Any chance he gets, he's running over to scoop you up and litter kisses all over your face.

Yes, the others in the crew will give you shit if you act all cutesy around them but he can't find the time to be bothered when you're right there in his embrace.

He would gladly give up all his treasure if it meant he could always feel your arms held around him.

Buggy:

Buggy is a very good candidate for a hugging partner and not surprisingly, his chop chop abilities even add to the experience!

Aside from just being able to give you a good squeeze, he is just sooooooo warm! Even without his jacket, he's like a human furnace.

This makes for optimal cuddling conditions during a cold night at sea after an arduous day of performing in the big top.

Don't let his exuberant public personality fool you, Buggy is a giant teddy bear when he's alone with you.

Mihawk:

Ever the stoic one, Mihawk would never outwardly show how he feels about you holding onto him.

But on the inside, he is so happy when you decide that you want to cling to him. It makes him feel the overwhelming need to protect you, even if you are capable of doing so yourself.

Having you close like this just makes his job easier, especially with the added bonus of you nuzzling into his side.

And if you're lucky enough, you'll have the pleasure of catching Dracule's eyes gazing fondly at you as you give him a sweet smile.

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece imagine #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #usopp x reader #shanks x reader #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader #headcanon

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mint-yooxgi · 5 months

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Promises - Yandere!Kraken!Felix

Yandere AU & Kraken AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Felix X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,958

Warnings: Implied violence and shipwreck, kidnapping, Felix is a type of Sea God in this, mentions of past sexual relations. Tentacles. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Did I base the start of this drabble on the ending scene in Dead Man's Chest? Perhaps. Is this a bit tamer than the others. Maybe. Either way, I still hope you like it! I've been slowly easing myself back into writing, so I'm happy with what I've been able to do. Plus, I just fucking love the banner I made for this hehehe... Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Thirteenth of The Feral Drabbles

They thought they could keep you away from me.

They really thought they could keep you away from me.

It’s laughable. I thought it was a known rule for sailors not to anger the sea, but alas. Here we are.

The frantic screams and shouts don’t deter me for one second. I know what I came here for, and I’m not leaving without you. You’re mine. I warned them what the consequences would be, yet still they refused to give you to me. Even after we promised ourselves to each other! Can you believe that?

Oh, that sounds so harsh. It’s not like you didn’t also choose me. It’s these… these… things keeping us apart. They don’t understand our love. Think I’m corrupting you, or something.

Such bullshit. The only thing I’m corrupting is their ability to live.

They hid you on the third level, thinking you’d be safe within the deepest confines of the ship. Little do they know it’s the worst place you could be. It’s like they want you to get hurt, like they want me to kill you. Such things I would never do.

Still, despite my anger as I tear this floating piece of wood apart, I’m careful. Your safety is my top priority, and I’ve already ensured that. Right now, you rest, cocooned inside a few of my tentacles. Magic surrounds you, ensuring none of their attacks have any effect on me or you. Like hell I’ll allow them to disturb you now. Besides, you passed out shortly after my assault started on the ship, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve got you.

I can still remember when we first met, how you told me you didn’t fare well with sea travel. Yet another offence they’ve made against you. I’ll never forgive them for their transgressions. Sinners need to pay, and I am here to pass my divine judgement on those that would call themselves ‘heroes’.

Do not fear, My Beloved. Once I finish smashing apart this pathetic excuse of driftwood, I’ll take you home.

Where you’ve always belonged.

With me.

These planks are so brittle, it’s almost laughable. Your captor’s pathetic attempts to defend themselves are cute, in a way. If not for the fact that every time I start to pull you out of the wreckage, more of them show up to try and hinder me. I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with protecting you now when they’ve never done so before.

I’m the one who always saves you. I’m the one who ensures you no harm. Not them.

No matter. They haven’t seen everything that I can do. My capabilities far surpass what their puny, closed off minds can comprehend. I’ve got magic beyond the darkest depths of the ocean, strength greater than the harshest of tides. There is no being, save myself, that could keep me away from you.

I don’t even know why they try.

Finally, I’m able to pull you out of that godforsaken wreckage and unleash my full wrath upon these wretches. The boat snaps like a twig as I pull the debris and all remaining survivors below the surface.

None will survive. They don’t get to. I won’t let them.

Honestly, it’s kind of fun tearing stuff apart. I’ve always enjoyed making a mess of things. I only wish you could be awake to see just how strong your lover can be. After all, I’m doing this for you. I warned them about what would happen should they lay their filthy, traitorous hands all over you. I’m simply staying true to my word!

You know firsthand that I’m a very truthful guy. I would never lie to you, My Pearl. I would rather be slow roasted over an open fire than even think to deceive you.

Aren’t I so loyal?

Oh. Right. You aren’t awake to hear my teasing. Teasing which you seem quite fond of whenever I’m with you.

I think you just like hearing my voice…

That’s okay, Beloved. I will speak for as long as you desire me to. Besides, the feeling is quite mutual.

Gods- I can’t wait to see your face when you wake up in our home, and I get to tell you everything that I’ve done for you. Finally, we can be together, free of oppressive opinions and suppressive stares. Where I’m taking you, we can be ourselves, and the magic of my ocean will keep you safe. Eventually, when you’re ready, you’ll even become like me, too.

Won’t that be incredible? Just thinking about it makes my whole body tingle.

Or maybe that’s just the change in depth.

I promise my home isn’t too much further out, and it’s in a safe area. You’ll be able to live here with me free of any restraints. I’ll be your comfort. I’ll be your guide. I will provide for you everything you will ever need.

There is nothing stopping our love now.

I’ll even make sure that no sliver of the wreckage I just caused gets to you. The currents listen to me. They’re my friends, and soon they will be yours, too.

Either way, I’m glad that’s over, because now I can focus on you! I know that you’d be celebrating with me if you were awake, but for now, I’ll simply revel in this sweet victory alone. Having you safe in my arms is enough reward, and when you wake, the true celebration will begin.

Hmm, I wonder what we should do first? Should I take you to the reefs so you can see all of the colourful coral that I’ve grown just for you? Should I present you to the schools of fish that always seek refuge around my house? Get them to revel in your beauty? Or maybe I’ll worship you in the den of our own personal sanctuary, where nothing - no one - will be able to interrupt.

My Beauty.

My Beautiful, Beloved Pearl.

I’ll admit, there’s a certain ring to those names that I enjoy. It calls to me like the cavernous songs of the sirens. An enchantment I can never seem to escape: you.

Not that I want to.

No. Never. Not since the very first time I laid eyes on you.

You’re addictive, you know that? One glance caught my attention. One melodic note of a spoken word, and I was hooked. Your eyes are deeper than the darkest sea, and I could swim in them forever. You hold me, transfixed, with your gaze whenever you look at me, and I never want it to stop.

Honestly, I can never grow tired of you looking at me. I want you to look at me, and only me. I want to be the first thing you see in the morning when you blink those glorious eyes open, and the last thing you see when you go to sleep at night. I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you close, whispering the sweetest words of all the worlds in your ears, and hear you do the same for me in return.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Beloved, and I will never hesitate to prove that to you. With me, you will never have to settle for less than what you deserve, for I will always give you every single thing your heart could ever desire.

Fuck- I can still remember the way your body trembled from the very first touch. The more I trailed my arms over your body, letting the tips of my tendrils caress your skin, the more your whole being warmed. You fit so perfectly in my hold, that I long to always touch you - to always be near you, and obey your every whim.

I am but your loyal servant, sent to worship the very depths of your soul. Your entire being calls to me, and I could bathe in your warmth for all eternity. Right now, it’s that warmth that I crave more than anything. That glorious nectar that seeps from between your legs beckons to me. One taste isn’t enough. I need to feel you flooding my every sense once more.

Sweet.

Addictive.

I could spend ages defining it, but nothing could ever truly put into words just how ethereal you are to me.

People always thought my existence was mere myth itself. Rumours and legends only meant to scare those away from pursuing adventure on the high seas. Nothing more than a fable to tell their children at night to ensure they don’t go off swimming in the bay alone.

They have always been, and will always be, wrong.

I’m as real at the tide, as sure as the sand that resides against the ocean floor. There is nothing in these waters as deadly as I am, and all those that oppose us will face my wrath.

Well, where we’re going, we won’t have to worry about being disturbed at all. Plenty of room for the both of us. Plenty of privacy. No one dares disturb that which should be left undisturbed. At least, those smart enough to.

That is, of course, unless I use my magic to let those sirens get a taste of their own medicine. Water echoes even the smallest of sounds, and yours should be heard for miles around. I can still hear your glorious voice calling out my name as you bathed me in your own sacred waters, and I want all to know that you are mine, and I am yours. For all eternity.

I’ll admit… I’m addicted to you, and I can never get enough. Though, from the way I remember your hands clinging to me that night only days ago, I don’t think you can get enough, either.

Good thing we have forever to spend fully satisfying each other!

Ah… looks like we’re finally getting close to home. I can see the familiar drop off up ahead. Don’t worry, Beloved, there’ll be plenty of air for you to breathe inside. I won’t always have to keep you covered in a veil of magic. Though, I would always like to have an arm around you. Feeling your skin pressed against my own is a sensation unlike any other, and I long to never let you go.

Perhaps I should tidy up a little more before you wake. I always have way too much energy after destroying a ship. Something about adrenaline and all that.

Perhaps when you wake up you could even help me with it… You might be a bit tired and disoriented when you wake, but my magic can help with your exhaustion. You seemed to like that that last time I used it on you.

How else could we have gone as many rounds as we did?

Oh, you flatter me by pulling yourself in closer to me subconsciously when I shift into such a basic form. It easier to move around like a human within my home when it’s drained like this, and besides, I haven’t exactly shown you my entire true form yet. The last thing I want to do is scare you as soon as you wake up. You’ve already suffered the trauma of being stolen away from me today. I don’t want to make things worse.

There. All you need to do is rest now.

In my arms? Well, who am I to pull away from My Pearl when you’re clinging onto me so tightly in your sleep?

I truly can never say no to you…

Just rest, Beloved. This creature shall keep you safe, tucked away deeply in his heart for all eternity. Once you open those glorious eyes of yours, our own adventure will start.

Just you and me, forever.

I promise.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 month

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📚inch resting bits from the march twst manga updates📚 (octa, savana, & 4koma!)

***Manga spoilers below the cut (with an emphasis on the Episode of Octavinelle, since that's my favorite dorm!)***

The 4koma manga has dropped! Again, it centers around the daily lives of the NRC boys and is shown in a 4 panel gag comic format.

In the illustration above, we see the main cast with Grim's beloved tuna cans~

This month has comics about Ace going to a supplementary lesson (to learn how to manipulate brooms to do his chores) and Leona attending his art class. The comic depicts Leona, Idia, and Rook in the same art class though we're not sure if this is true in-game yet. However, the comics do carry over the continuity of Ace and Deuce being in Trein's class so maybe the art class thing is also true of Leona?

From the Episode of Savanaclaw manga: I KNOW WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN AWE OF DIASOMANI'S PRESENCE BUT ALL I'M THINKING IS THAT DIASOMNIA HAS A MOB STUDENT WITH A BOWL CUT 😭

I'm also really fixated on how this mangaka draws her lashes and hair, they're always bangers every time 💗

Ruggie "bleh" face... Also???? That full page of him using his UM... and the visualization of the wildebeests racing with him like the people in the crowd, very Lion King.

I like that the manga really shows us more emotional and intense moments the game cannot depict due to its limited assets. Here, we see the aftermath of Ruggie using his UM on the crowd. Even with Azul's magic-enhancement potion, Ruggie has taken a great physical toll from spellcasting. Falling to his knees, panting... This will make it hurt more when Leona almost poofs him to sand later 😭

These panels remind me of like. Scar looking on from up high while the hyenas do his bidding. Ruggie's expression... it's so full of a desperate kind of hope has he gazes up at his "king".

From the Episode of Octavinelle, we get to see Leona post-OB and recovering in the infirmary. Side note, I really love how the mangaka adds these cute little faces to let us know who is speaking in certain text bubbles. The little faces make some of the cutest expressions; just look at that cheeky chibi Leona head!

Here, Ruggie is telling everyone about rumors that Azul and the twins purposefully prevent their clients from fulfilling their end of the contract so they can reap the benefits. I like how the scene shown is a boat tipping over (with the twins implied to have flipped it). Nice callback to the boat scene in The Little Mermaid!

We have another The Little Mermaid reference here, where Floyd shares his UM with the gang?? The hypothetical man here reminds me of Prince Eric, especially in that white shirt and appearing as though he is drowning.

Guys... Azul's been taking modeling lessons from Vil-- I really like these more quiet and contemplative moments of Azul; plenty of those are featured this month.

asdbhlfdbaifyoaiygoeia I WILL NOW ALWAYS ASSOCIATE AZUL THINKING HARD WITH SITTING IN THAT CHAIR... There's so many shots of him seated here...

Yuuta continues to be my favorite manga!Yuu so far by diligently tidying up Leona's messy ass room for him... asfvkyadvfialf Grim looks so goofy helping out, that tower of clothes is half his size...

FLOYD'S FACE IS SO siLLy HERE TOO (this is the scene when Ruggie recalls seeing his eel form during a P.E. class where they swam). The mangaka really decided to summon his gremlin energy here...

Aaaaah, I love this shot; it sort of parallels Azul and Leona... It also makes me realize the difference between how Leona's hair is in Octavinelle vs Savanaclaw (due to the different mangaka). In Octavinelle, his hair is usually a solid black with white highlights but in Savanaclaw there tends to be a subtle gradient/screen tone on Leona's hair.

Anyway, twins Twins TWINS

GOOD WAY TO CLOSE OUT THE OCTA CHAPTER, EXCELLENT WAY TO CLOSE OFF THE OCTA CHAPTER IN FACT 🫶 Can you tell I love the Tweel parts/j

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Propaganda

Isabel Jeans (Gigi)—gigi is not a good film but I think she’s absolutely stunning as the courtesan aunt! i want her entire wardrobe and then i want her to tell me how to sniff cigars and determine which diamonds are the good ones :3

Sophia Loren (Marriage Italian Style, Houseboat)—Major Italian star, first actress to win an Oscar for a performance not in English (for Two Women (1960)) and later when Roberto Benigni won an Oscar in 1999 he jumped over the chairs towards the stage going "Sophia Sophia!!" because he was running towards Sophia Loren and said he cared more about her than the Oscar, that's the effect she had on people. She was big in the 60s already even though she gained a lot more notoriety after that. And I mean. Can we take a moment and just.

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Isabel Jeans:

Sophia Loren:

im submitting her in honor of my dad bc she was the first celebrity crush of his he ever admitted to me and my sister :) and he was right. shes so pretty

She has maxed out all her stats: beauty, elegance, sensuality, she's got it all. her mesmerizing eyes, her sensual mouth, her sharp face shape, her everything is so striking and unlike any other beauty in films. she was also voted the world most beautiful woman when she was freaking 65

OSCAR WINNER. Worked with some of the hottest leading men in Hollywood but remained faithful to her husband whom she had a loving marriage with till he died (even though Cary Grant almost tempted her once, it's complicated)

One of the most well-known sex symbols of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and unlike some unfortunate others, she seems to have been pretty well at peace with occupying that status. She made assertiveness and a tempestuous temper seem glamorous, and although she's famous for side-eying Jayne Manisfield's cleavage, honestly? She's one to talk.

Absolutely, drop-dead sexy, also a hard working, extraordinarily talented actress who didn't shy away from the less glamorous roles to gift us some gritty, memorable performances

JUST LOOK AT HER Y'ALL

Submitting this on behalf of my dad, who knows nothing of tumblr or this blog, but I remember being a kid watching Houseboat while my mom thirsted after Cary Grant, dad thirsted after Sophia Loren, and I was excited that they lived on a boat. Anyway, she's extremely beautiful and was an international star, doing a ton of movies in Italy before being recognized in the US.

Global superstar and my late grandfather's long time movie star crush and for a man as quiet as he was, and as hopelessly devoted to his wife as he was, the fact that I know that means she was EXCEPTIONAL.

Very smart and beautiful, the characters that she played (I mean those in the movies that I put in the previous question) are as strong and determined as her which I think adds to her hotness.

Big in the chest, snatched in the waist, pretty in the face 😳

Her performance in "Man of La Mancha" is just so very captivating. Dubbed as "the Italian Marilyn Monroe", she looks beautiful in any movie and at any age.

Sexy, beautiful, deep. A real star.

Forget the exotic sexpot of her Hollywood films and go back to her Italian career: sparking with Marcello Mastroianni as the woman who drives him mad and outwits all his fumbling attempts at macho posturing in their early films, and showing a tender side in their 1970s films. Sophia isn’t self-conscious about who she is or her beautiful body: she enjoys being herself and she wants us all to enjoy ourselves too.

She starred in films as a sexually emancipated persona and was one of the best known sex symbols of the time. She is a great cook and her filmography is immense.

On the misattributed quote that Sophia owed everything to spaghetti: 'Did you actually say the quote frequently attributed to you, "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti"?' "Non è vero! It's not true! It's such a silly thing. I owe it to spaghetti, no, no. Completely made up."

#sophia loren #isabel jeans #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 1

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Dirty Metal Summer

a Dirty Dancing au

Part 4: Never Say Never

18+ONLY, MDNI, eventual smut, mention of blood and violence, a knife wound, mention of wounds, Jason being a typical prick, mention of assault, Steve gets hurt, misogynistic language, some angst, hurt and comfort. Reader goes by the nickname Bird. Eddie is in his late 20's and Reader is 21.

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Summary: You learn everything you need to know about both Jason and Troy while getting a taste of what Chrissy has had to deal with. Eddie tries to push you away but fails miserably. Robin and Steve are in a dire situation, and you turn to one of the only people you trust. A new opportunity presents itself and you decide to take the leap.

A/N: It's been so fun to put all of these characters into the setting of this beloved film. For those of you who are familiar with Dirty Dancing, I hope you enjoy a few of the scenes in this that were taken directly from it.

The next day, the three of you made your way to another spot on the lake in a rented boat for a picnic. Under the shade of a tree while your dad napped and Kim read a romance novel, you tried to draw Eddie. The curve of his mouth, the way his bangs skirted his eyebrows, the blunt nature of his nose. When you got home, you practiced in the attic for an hour, thought about throwing your cello off the balcony just to watch it splinter to pieces, and then you found yourself staring out the window, hoping for a glimpse of Eddie.

After dinner, you were the last one to leave the table, and the waiter Jason nudged your shoulder.

“Your dad seems really cool,” he gave a toothy, golden boy smile. “He signed a copy of one of his books for my mom.”

“He’s alright, I think I’ll keep him,” you said without returning the smile. Kim stopped in the archway to the foyer to turn and check if you were following, but you waved her off. Getting to know Jason was not high on your priority list, but you remembered Eddie flicking his cigarette at him that first day you arrived, and your curiosity was piqued.

Jason bent at the waist to stack some plates together, giving you a wink over his shoulder. “Listen, I know you’re kinda seeing Troy and all, but if you ever want to hang out we can—”

“I’m not seeing Troy,” you hissed, making sure the last few tables full of people couldn’t hear you. You were about to say he was “just a friend” but he wasn’t even that. “I barely know him.”

“Well, that’s not what he says,” Jason cocked his head, placing the used silverware on the tray as he moved around the table. “But anyway, if you ever want to have some fun, get away from this place or whatever, I could show you some stuff,” he lifted his eyebrows a few times suggestively. “Wait, you’re over 18, right?”

You followed him, ignoring his offer. “What did Troy tell you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he chuckled, as if it were funny. “Hey, I saw you talking to Chrissy the other day and, friendly advice? I’d keep your distance from that whole group if I were you.”

You held up the flower vase so he could pull the tablecloth off. “How do you know Chrissy?”

Jason cleared his throat, glancing at the people eating across the way. “I guess you could say Chrissy and I had some fun last summer.”

“She was your girlfriend?”

“She wishes,” he scoffed. “God created girls like Chrissy for one reason and one reason only.”

“Oh? And what reason is that?” You stopped helping him and stepped back.

“C’mon Bird, I know you’re from the suburbs, but you’re not that naive,” he moved the bin of dirty dishes to an empty chair.

He stepped closer and leaned in, whispering. “Girls like Chrissy, with serious daddy issues, they’re a great fuck, but no one wants to marry them. Same reason your boyfriend Troy had a turn with her.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” You said through gritted teeth, an internal rage building as you watched his mouth, picking up a piece of silverware as you went.

“She hides it well at work, but Chrissy’s one of those satanic metalhead freaks you’d never want to be seen in public with. Not if you had any self respect anyway.”

He continued, and you followed him over to the alcove by the kitchen, out of view from the other customers. “Some people matter and some people don’t, that’s all I’m saying. If she thought Troy would ever get serious with a girl like her, that’s her fault, not his.”

“Is that why I saw them arguing the other day? She wanted to be with him but he ended it?”

You were pushing the boundaries of gossip, but could tell Jason enjoyed the attention.

“I doubt it, those two were never serious,” he moved back for another waiter to pass by. “Chrissy keeps threatening to tell Joyce that Troy forced himself on her the last time they were together, but we all know that’s a lie. She was practically begging for it. Plus, it’s her word against his, and everyone knows she’s a whore.”

“I see.”

Jason leaned in so close his lips were almost grazing your ear. “If you want to come by later, my cabin number is—”

The fork you had in your hand jabbed between his legs, points finding their soft target with ease. Jason let out a high-pitched curse that made a few heads turn, but he was helpless not to back up as you moved forward, forcing him further down the hallway, out of sight.

“Whattt the fuck, shit, fuck you, bitch, what the shit—”

When you pushed the utensil in further, he whimpered a gasping plea to stop, but your aim made him too vulnerable to move.

You leaned in so that your body was close to his in the darkness of the corner, close enough to smell the cheap cologne he wore. “Do you have any idea how powerful the lawyers are that work for my dad? Try anything with me or Chrissy, and you’ll be sorry you ever met me.”

You stepped back and he coughed, bending over to cover his crotch with both hands, trying to catch his breath.

“You’re a fucking cunt,” he spat.

You charged forward again, forcing him to stumble back, putting his hands up as a form of surrender.

You winked, and threw the fork at him on your way out, letting it clatter to the ground.

—-------

The adrenaline was still pumping when you were halfway back to your cabin on foot and spotted Eddie. He was cutting across the grass from the sidewalk, heading away from you.

“Eddie!”

But he didn’t falter, as if he couldn’t hear you, but that was impossible. Unless he had headphones on? Nope, you didn’t see any.

He picked up his pace.

Instinct told you maybe he didn’t want to be bothered, or he was in a hurry somewhere, but your buzzing brain overrode all of the logic.

“Hey, do you have a second?” You finally caught up to him on the lawn under the trees where the outside movie was usually playing.

He stopped abruptly and dropped his shoulders, taking a breath before he turned, albeit reluctantly, to look at you. His expression was weary, if not wholly nonplussed.

“What’s up?” His tone was cold as he wet his lips and braced his hands at his hips. His toolbelt and his staff shirt were still on, as if he were on the clock so late in the evening. “I’ve got a…thing to get to. But if you need something, you just gotta ask up at the front desk. Or dial 0 on the phone in your—-””

“A thing at the Hideout?”

The muscles in his jaw tightened at that. You looked fucking adorable standing there with your hands balled into fists as if you were bout to punch him.

He breathed out, looking everywhere but your face. “Don’t you have some other vacation thing you should be doing right now? Like charades in the west lobby or salsa dancing on the veranda?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I suppose anything would be better than this lame conversation.”

The retort made his brows jut up. “Well, keep on walking, your highness,” he extended his arms in a flowing gesture. “Don’t let a lowlife like me stop you.”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

So, he turned and continued on his way, wood hammer handle slapping his thigh from its side holster. But it only took a few steps for him to halt, cursing through gritted teeth when he realized he couldn’t walk away from you, it just wasn’t that easy.

When he spun around, you were standing in the same spot but with your back to him. “Was there something you wanted to ask me?”

You pivoted on your heel, prepared to be cunty right back, but you couldn’t help but soften once your eyes met. You could’ve made something up in that moment, or you could’ve feigned forgetfulness, but instead, you told him the truth.

“I just wanted to see you.” You swallowed hard and so did he.

Eddie stiffened; a grin teasing at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t smile though, he couldn’t. Such a gesture would betray everything he did not want to feel at that moment. A pregnant silence lingered thick in the space between you while he worked his jaw, once again trying to avoid looking directly at your face. He wasn’t ready to have those types of feelings, especially for someone he could never have.

“There is something I have to do first, but I’ll be at the Hideout later if you want…I mean, if you want to walk down there and have a beer…that’s where I’ll be.”

“I’d like that,” was all you should’ve said, but then you added. “I like beer.”

—-----

Your heart was in your throat as you made your way back from the cabin in a fresh change of clothes. You practiced the things you would say when you saw Eddie again, in case your brain to mouth connection betrayed you again.

The path you were on led down beyond the tennis courts and the golf course, and then along a strip of parking near the employee cabins. The Hideout was not too far off, you noticed, but then there were bright headlights beaming at you, and you kept your head down, pumping your arms to the beat of your own thoughts.

But then you heard a scream.

It was someone in distress, and it sounded like…Robin?

Stuttering to a halt, you squinted looking into the headlights that were a good many yards away, not yet able to make out a person or even what type of car was there.

“Hello?” You stepped from the sidewalk, inching closer, but your words were only met with the sound of a door slamming. “Are you okay? Who is there?”

Robin came toward you then; there was what looked like blood smeared on the front of her shirt.

“Bird!” She seemed so relieved to see you, hurrying forward with tear-soaked cheeks. She was speaking in a tense whisper, checking around to see if there were others who might hear her. “Have you seen Eddie?”

You forgot how to speak as you took in the situation, mouth agape. “Are you…hurt? What’s going on?”

“I’m–I’m fine, it’s Steve,” a sob caught in her throat. “I need to find Eddie. Can you help me?”

“Yeah of course,” you gushed, following her to the van to maybe see what the damage was.

She opened the passenger door to the van and Steve would’ve fallen out if she hadn’t caught him. He was slumped there like dead weight, his face a sheet of white.

You hurried to help hold him up and your hand at his hip slipped along something warm and viscous over his jeans in the dark. His head lolled forward and he mumbled something incoherent, but it was good to know he was conscious.

From what you could see, one side of his face was swollen, his lip split open and bleeding. The hand closest to you looked raw and angry like he’s been punching a brick wall, and there were cuts on his arm from where he’d tried to block the strikes.

“One of them had a switchblade,” Robin gushed. “Motherfuckers, they stabbed him and I—-there were too many of them. We didn’t know. My ex, she had all of her friends there. She lied and told them Steve hurt her. He’d never even met her before and then—-”

“Robin, we need to get him to a hospital,” you propped Steve back up in the seat, ready to get behind the wheel if necessary. “He looks like he’s lost a lot of blood.”

“No hospitals!” They both said in unison, but Steve’s voice was more of a groan. “I can take care of him. Help me get him back to my cabin?”

“But, Robin—” you were genuinely concerned for his welfare, but also could not force them to go.

“This isn’t the first time Steve’s been hurt, okay? They find out he’s been involved in any type of fight and he’ll be on his ass. Help me, please.”

With Steve’s arms hooked around each of your shoulders, you went step by step. Steve barked in pain a few times as your free hand hugged the clothing to his wound. You could tell his leg was hurt too, as he was having a hard time walking.

Halfway to Robin's cabin, which was maybe a 100 yards up the sidewalk but felt like 10 miles, Jamie, Eddie’s new assistant came rushing down off of his nearby porch.

“What the fuck happened?” He moved to help you, to shift Steve’s weight onto him.

“Go get Eddie please? Tell him to hurry!”

Jamie looked from you to her, calculating where he thought Eddie would be, and then took off at a jog.

By the time you made it to the cabin, a handful of other employees were rushing in to help as well, following Robin’s instructions as she told them to put a clean sheet on her bed and boil some water. Once he was safe on the bed, more people rushed in, and you sunk back in the crowd.

They said no hospitals, but you knew someone who could help.

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You couldn’t remember running back to your cabin, it all happened so fast, your brain could barely keep up with your feet. Not to mention that you hated running. You paused at the door, hoping your dad wasn’t awake. You couldn’t let him see the blood on your clothes, he’d overreact in the worst way, and then the cops would be involved. Not to mention the fact that you’d lied earlier and said you were going to hang out with Troy.

Just in case, you took off your stained sweater and tucked it under your arm, revealing a clean tank top underneath. Thankfully, the house was dark and quiet, and you tip-toed in a rush to your aunt’s room.

“Kim?”

She was on her side with a pillow over her head.

You rushed up and sat on the bed, jostling her a bit until she pulled the pillow away and blinked at you.

“What the—what’s going on?” She sat up. “Is your dad okay?”

“No, he’s fine,” you whispered, tugging at her arm. “But I need you to come with me.”

“You need me to come with you now?” she balked, swiping hair out of her face, scrambling for her eyeglasses to look at the numbers on the bedside clock. “Bird, it’s almost midnight.”

She kicked her legs off the bed with a groan, watching you dig through her closet. You pulled out her leather, Swiss Army medical bag with all of her emergency travel supplies in it and slung it over your shoulder.

“I need your help,” you paused to make sure you were being quiet enough. “Someone’s hurt. I can’t explain right now, there’s no time. Please just trust me.”

She could see the fear and the emotion in your eyes, and didn’t ask any more questions as she went over to pull some clothes out of her drawers, removing her nightgown to get dressed as fast as she could.

—------

You filled her in on what you knew as you both hurried along at a fast pace. “Bird, a stab wound is serious. We need to call the—”

“We can’t!” You barked it much more harshly than you’d intended. “Please,” you softened. “It would take another hour for an ambulance to get out here anyway. Plus, I don’t think he has insurance.”

There was a crowd of people mingling on the porch around Robin’s cabin, and Kim pushed through them. The doorway itself was blocked by bodies, and once inside, the bed with Steve on it was at the center of the room. The employee cabins were all small and quaint, with a kitchenette against the far wall, and a beaded curtain that led to a bathroom with a standing shower. Kim raised her voice to be heard over the ones still blocking her way.

“Everyone stand back, please? I'm a nurse.”

Eddie was almost as pale as Steve when you saw him at his friend’s side. He was shirtless under his leather jacket, atop his black, belted jeans, like he’d left his cabin in a hurry. They’d removed Steve’s shirt, revealing an expanse of chest hair, cleaned him, and put a fresh towel over the wound. The blood wasn’t gushing, but he was gritting his teeth in pain, and the puffiness on his face made him almost unrecognizable from one side.

Kim looked from Robin to Eddie, rolling her sleeves up. “I need a sink to wash my hands in. Tell everyone else to leave, please?”

While Eddie forced all of the gawkers out, he made lingering eye contact with you, and you nodded to let him know everything would be alright.

Kim scooted a metal camp chair up by the bed and opened her medical bag, snapping her latex gloves on. “Hi there Steven, do you remember me? I’m going to take a look at you, okay?”

He swallowed. “How could I forget you?” His voice was scratchy, and when he tried to smile, he blanched in pain again. “You should see the other guy.”

“I know that must hurt,” Kim pulled a vial of liquid from one of the many pockets in her bag. “I’m going to give you something for the pain.”

She was doing her best to soothe him, keeping him apprised of every move she made, keeping him comfortable.

Eddie shut the door, locking everyone else out, including Chrissy, and came to stand behind you, cupping his hands on your arms, his warm body pressing into your back. The sensation made you dizzy. Maybe he needed the comfort, or he thought you did, but either way—you were grateful.

Kim looked up. “Robin? Is that your name?”

Robin nodded, inching closer, her eyes puffy from crying.

“You did a really good job of cleaning his wound. Do you think you could stay and assist? He’s going to need stitches.”

Robin was quick to nod emphatically. “You think he’s going to be okay?” A sob hitched in her throat. “He was protecting me. If I’d never gone there…if I…then he wouldn’t…” You went over to put your arm around her as fresh tears fell and dripped down her chin.

Kim caught Steve staring at her, dragging long blinks as the morphine took effect, his dry lips parted and pink with blood from his broken nose. She didn’t like answering those types of questions when she knew so little about the internal damage, but she found herself brushing hair off his forehead in a way that was not normally in her bedside manner.

“I have a good feeling he’ll live to make plenty more mistakes,” but then she quickly dropped her hand and went back to work.

“What can I do?” Eddie asked, stepping out from behind you, to the foot of the bed.

Kim frowned as she inspected the two broken fingers on one of Steve’s hands. “I’d like some coffee. Black, two sugars,” she said without looking up. “But the rest of you might as well go get some sleep. This is going to take a while.”

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Kim begged you to go home so as to not worry your father when he woke up to an empty house, being that the sun would probably be up before she was done. You knew she was right, but you watched Eddie and Jamie go up the hill to the main house for a coffee run with longing reluctance. He ended up grabbing an entire coffee maker from the kitchen and a pitcher of water to make sure Kim had everything she needed for the night.

The next day, after pretending like nothing happened over brunch, and your dad went back to writing, you returned to Robin’s cabin with Kim to check on Steve.

Before rounding the corner to the porch, you heard Eddie’s voice before you saw him.

“...Chris, there is no way we’ll be able to find a bass player this late in the game,” he huffed.

And then Chrissy spoke up. “We can’t just bail on this gig, Ed. This could be huge for us. There has to be some—”

“Who?” His tone was annoyed. Not so much at her, but at the situation. “Emily will be out of town and Sean has a gig with his own band. We are out of options.”

“We have two weeks to find someone,” she chimed, full of hope.

“Yeah. Barely two weeks.” He leaned back against the railing of the porch so he could see him from where you and Kim stood frozen. “That’s not enough time.”

But then Kim stepped forward. “Hello everyone. It’s me again. Nurse Ratched.”

They both turned to greet her with enthusiasm, and Eddie extended his hand to help her up the stairs, even though she didn’t need it.

A smile quivered on his mouth when he locked eyes with you.

Kim knocked first, and then you heard her ask how her patient was doing once Robin let her in.

Chrissy and Eddie got quiet, possibly wondering how much you had heard. He wore a black, ribbed tank top under his unbuttoned work shirt, and Chrissy was in her waitress uniform as if she’d stopped by on her way to the main house.

“Everything good?” You broke the silence, feeling awkward.

They both spoke at once, but then Chrissy gestured for Eddie to continue. “Everything is good, it’s great. Your aunt, what she did for Steve last night, it was incredible,” he turned to snatch his smokes off of the table as he said it. “I didn’t know there were still people in the world willing to help strangers like that.”

“She’s pretty terrific,” you swallowed, noting the looks that the two kept exchanging. “What about the two of you? I guess this means you are out a bass player for a while?”

Besides the obvious trauma to his face and stomach, fingers on Steve's hand were broken from how hard he’d fought back. Even though Kim had been able to set them in splints, and they would eventually heal, it’d be a while before he could pick up a guitar again. She couldn’t speculate on the nerve damage, but there was a chance the dexterity would never be the same.

Chrissy sat on the edge of the railing with her hands folded in her lap. “Our band was invited to play at a show called Pedal to the Metal. It’s a once in a lifetime chance to get our name out there,” she glanced up at Eddie but he was staring at the ground, working his jaw.

“There’s always next year,” he deadpanned in a way that made you think he didn’t believe it.

“We won’t get invited again and you know it, Ed,” she tucked some hair behind her ear and avoided eye contact with you. “The Dead Alive and Heaven’s Harlots will be there. I’ve been dying to meet them.”

“Who are The Dead A—-” you were about to ask but then Eddie interrupted.

“Fuck those bands and fuck that stupid festival,” he grumbled. “We don’t need them. When Steve recovers, we’ll figure out how to pick up the pieces.”

The wheels in your brain were spinning so fast, you wouldn’t be surprised if smoke came out of your ears.

You cleared your throat. “Do you think maybe you could teach someone to play bass?”

Eddie barked a laugh out of his nose. “In two weeks? Hilarious.”

“I mean,” you scrambled for the right words, hoping they wouldn’t laugh you off the porch. “W-what if they already know strings really well? Like maybe, the cello? Wouldn’t it be easier for them to learn?”

Chrissy shrugged, not sure where you were going with the story, but Eddie cocked his head at you, eyes narrowing.

“It’s possible,” Chrissy frowned down at her lap and then swept her gaze up to you. “Do you have someone in mind?”

Before you could answer, Eddie waved his hand in the air and leaned his shoulder against the cabin. “Nope. No way,” he popped the “p” and shook his head, hair falling in his face. “It wouldn’t work, we don’t have enough time.”

Chrissy got to her feet. “C’mon Ed, someone like that could learn 5 songs in 2 weeks if they wanted to! But do we even know anyone like that?”

You swallowed hard, waited for both of them to stare at you, and then offered a nervous smile.

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